LINES,SUGGESTED BY A WALK IN A GARDEN.Balmyas the dew from its own blossoms,And soothing as the fragrance it creates,Comes the sweet influence of this summer eveTo my o'erchargëd heart—there is a breezeMoving amid the foliage, soft and low,As cradled murmur from a babe asleep.It is a time for holy thoughts to spring,And contemplation fill the awakened mind.Lo! a bright sunbeam stands 'tween heaven and earth,Taking its farewell look ere day departs,And seeking still to light the gloom below,As Hope,—even when the darkness comes, and JoyHath fled,—to cheer the heart, still lingering, smiles:And when it goes,—ah! no, it ne'er all goes:—The sunbeam fades, a moment, and its light,All shed, dies still-born, swiftly shone and o'er;But Hope, blest Hope, ev'n when it seems away,Is near, evermore near, it cannot liveApart, 'tis wedded to the soul for aye,—God joined them twain, and nought can sunder them,—Near, ever near, and ever bringing peace,Groping among the dark things of man's spirit,And shedding o'er the troubled mind its light,As a stray ray of sunshine wanders 'mongThe shattered arches of a fallen ruin.Ere sunset leaves the world, and sinks behindThe illumined ocean, let me muse awhile.'Twas in a garden that that hideous thing,Sin, first was born accurst, and now all throughThe wide wide universe it ranges fierce.Where man has placed his foot its trace is seen.The serpent's slimy trail is everywhere,Disfiguring, polluting, and destroying,Death following in its track inseparably.But oh! my soul be humbled, yet rejoice;—It was, too, in a garden that the great,The only all-sufficient, all-atoningPropitiatory sacrifice for sinCommenced its consummation, when the ManChrist Jesus swat for thee great drops of blood,(Even he, the Second Person of the Godhead,)And prayed in agony that the cup might pass,If so his Father willed; but none on earthOr yet in Heaven could drink it, none save Him;And when the sacrifice was all completeOn Calvary, and satisfied was Justice,Mercy and Hope held out their hands to man,And, in Christ's name, showed him redemption's way.The shame and misery that Adam feltIn Eden's garden, when the first great sinWas challenged, was as nothing to compareWith the deep agony which on that night,—That dreadful night in which he was betrayed,—Our Surety felt, when in GethsemaneHe took upon himself to pay the fullRansom and penalty of that first sinWhich Adam sinned, and all his race in him.Of that first sin did Adam put the blameOn Eve, "the woman whom thou gavest me."Eve on the serpent shifted it, and proudWas he that he had circumvented both,Doomed on his womb to crawl in dust, and bruisedHis head by woman's seed, short-lived his pride.—Christ took upon Himself the sin and allIts anguish, nor like Adam vainly stroveTo shift it to another, knowing wellNo other could redeem it but Himself.Sinless, a sacrifice for sin, that sinMight from the souls of men be washed away.'Twas for that sin, and its infeftments wideThat Jesus died, that its entail cut offMight be from Adam and his lineage, farAs generations yet to come extend,And man restored to his lost paradise.No flaming sword waves at its portals now,Entrance to bar to the redeemed on earth;No angels guard the gates to keep them shut,But open ever are they to the elect,And there bright angels stand, with joyTo welcome all who come in Christ's name in.But now the sun hath bade the world good night,And gathering darkness warns me to my home.
Balmyas the dew from its own blossoms,And soothing as the fragrance it creates,Comes the sweet influence of this summer eveTo my o'erchargëd heart—there is a breezeMoving amid the foliage, soft and low,As cradled murmur from a babe asleep.It is a time for holy thoughts to spring,And contemplation fill the awakened mind.Lo! a bright sunbeam stands 'tween heaven and earth,Taking its farewell look ere day departs,And seeking still to light the gloom below,As Hope,—even when the darkness comes, and JoyHath fled,—to cheer the heart, still lingering, smiles:And when it goes,—ah! no, it ne'er all goes:—The sunbeam fades, a moment, and its light,All shed, dies still-born, swiftly shone and o'er;But Hope, blest Hope, ev'n when it seems away,Is near, evermore near, it cannot liveApart, 'tis wedded to the soul for aye,—God joined them twain, and nought can sunder them,—Near, ever near, and ever bringing peace,Groping among the dark things of man's spirit,And shedding o'er the troubled mind its light,As a stray ray of sunshine wanders 'mongThe shattered arches of a fallen ruin.Ere sunset leaves the world, and sinks behindThe illumined ocean, let me muse awhile.'Twas in a garden that that hideous thing,Sin, first was born accurst, and now all throughThe wide wide universe it ranges fierce.Where man has placed his foot its trace is seen.The serpent's slimy trail is everywhere,Disfiguring, polluting, and destroying,Death following in its track inseparably.But oh! my soul be humbled, yet rejoice;—It was, too, in a garden that the great,The only all-sufficient, all-atoningPropitiatory sacrifice for sinCommenced its consummation, when the ManChrist Jesus swat for thee great drops of blood,(Even he, the Second Person of the Godhead,)And prayed in agony that the cup might pass,If so his Father willed; but none on earthOr yet in Heaven could drink it, none save Him;And when the sacrifice was all completeOn Calvary, and satisfied was Justice,Mercy and Hope held out their hands to man,And, in Christ's name, showed him redemption's way.The shame and misery that Adam feltIn Eden's garden, when the first great sinWas challenged, was as nothing to compareWith the deep agony which on that night,—That dreadful night in which he was betrayed,—Our Surety felt, when in GethsemaneHe took upon himself to pay the fullRansom and penalty of that first sinWhich Adam sinned, and all his race in him.Of that first sin did Adam put the blameOn Eve, "the woman whom thou gavest me."Eve on the serpent shifted it, and proudWas he that he had circumvented both,Doomed on his womb to crawl in dust, and bruisedHis head by woman's seed, short-lived his pride.—Christ took upon Himself the sin and allIts anguish, nor like Adam vainly stroveTo shift it to another, knowing wellNo other could redeem it but Himself.Sinless, a sacrifice for sin, that sinMight from the souls of men be washed away.'Twas for that sin, and its infeftments wideThat Jesus died, that its entail cut offMight be from Adam and his lineage, farAs generations yet to come extend,And man restored to his lost paradise.No flaming sword waves at its portals now,Entrance to bar to the redeemed on earth;No angels guard the gates to keep them shut,But open ever are they to the elect,And there bright angels stand, with joyTo welcome all who come in Christ's name in.But now the sun hath bade the world good night,And gathering darkness warns me to my home.
Balmyas the dew from its own blossoms,And soothing as the fragrance it creates,Comes the sweet influence of this summer eveTo my o'erchargëd heart—there is a breezeMoving amid the foliage, soft and low,As cradled murmur from a babe asleep.It is a time for holy thoughts to spring,And contemplation fill the awakened mind.Lo! a bright sunbeam stands 'tween heaven and earth,Taking its farewell look ere day departs,And seeking still to light the gloom below,As Hope,—even when the darkness comes, and JoyHath fled,—to cheer the heart, still lingering, smiles:And when it goes,—ah! no, it ne'er all goes:—The sunbeam fades, a moment, and its light,All shed, dies still-born, swiftly shone and o'er;But Hope, blest Hope, ev'n when it seems away,Is near, evermore near, it cannot liveApart, 'tis wedded to the soul for aye,—God joined them twain, and nought can sunder them,—Near, ever near, and ever bringing peace,Groping among the dark things of man's spirit,And shedding o'er the troubled mind its light,As a stray ray of sunshine wanders 'mongThe shattered arches of a fallen ruin.Ere sunset leaves the world, and sinks behindThe illumined ocean, let me muse awhile.'Twas in a garden that that hideous thing,Sin, first was born accurst, and now all throughThe wide wide universe it ranges fierce.Where man has placed his foot its trace is seen.The serpent's slimy trail is everywhere,Disfiguring, polluting, and destroying,Death following in its track inseparably.But oh! my soul be humbled, yet rejoice;—It was, too, in a garden that the great,The only all-sufficient, all-atoningPropitiatory sacrifice for sinCommenced its consummation, when the ManChrist Jesus swat for thee great drops of blood,(Even he, the Second Person of the Godhead,)And prayed in agony that the cup might pass,If so his Father willed; but none on earthOr yet in Heaven could drink it, none save Him;And when the sacrifice was all completeOn Calvary, and satisfied was Justice,Mercy and Hope held out their hands to man,And, in Christ's name, showed him redemption's way.The shame and misery that Adam feltIn Eden's garden, when the first great sinWas challenged, was as nothing to compareWith the deep agony which on that night,—That dreadful night in which he was betrayed,—Our Surety felt, when in GethsemaneHe took upon himself to pay the fullRansom and penalty of that first sinWhich Adam sinned, and all his race in him.Of that first sin did Adam put the blameOn Eve, "the woman whom thou gavest me."Eve on the serpent shifted it, and proudWas he that he had circumvented both,Doomed on his womb to crawl in dust, and bruisedHis head by woman's seed, short-lived his pride.—Christ took upon Himself the sin and allIts anguish, nor like Adam vainly stroveTo shift it to another, knowing wellNo other could redeem it but Himself.Sinless, a sacrifice for sin, that sinMight from the souls of men be washed away.'Twas for that sin, and its infeftments wideThat Jesus died, that its entail cut offMight be from Adam and his lineage, farAs generations yet to come extend,And man restored to his lost paradise.No flaming sword waves at its portals now,Entrance to bar to the redeemed on earth;No angels guard the gates to keep them shut,But open ever are they to the elect,And there bright angels stand, with joyTo welcome all who come in Christ's name in.But now the sun hath bade the world good night,And gathering darkness warns me to my home.
Balmyas the dew from its own blossoms,And soothing as the fragrance it creates,Comes the sweet influence of this summer eveTo my o'erchargëd heart—there is a breezeMoving amid the foliage, soft and low,As cradled murmur from a babe asleep.It is a time for holy thoughts to spring,And contemplation fill the awakened mind.
Balmyas the dew from its own blossoms,
And soothing as the fragrance it creates,
Comes the sweet influence of this summer eve
To my o'erchargëd heart—there is a breeze
Moving amid the foliage, soft and low,
As cradled murmur from a babe asleep.
It is a time for holy thoughts to spring,
And contemplation fill the awakened mind.
Lo! a bright sunbeam stands 'tween heaven and earth,Taking its farewell look ere day departs,And seeking still to light the gloom below,As Hope,—even when the darkness comes, and JoyHath fled,—to cheer the heart, still lingering, smiles:And when it goes,—ah! no, it ne'er all goes:—The sunbeam fades, a moment, and its light,All shed, dies still-born, swiftly shone and o'er;But Hope, blest Hope, ev'n when it seems away,Is near, evermore near, it cannot liveApart, 'tis wedded to the soul for aye,—God joined them twain, and nought can sunder them,—Near, ever near, and ever bringing peace,Groping among the dark things of man's spirit,And shedding o'er the troubled mind its light,As a stray ray of sunshine wanders 'mongThe shattered arches of a fallen ruin.
Lo! a bright sunbeam stands 'tween heaven and earth,
Taking its farewell look ere day departs,
And seeking still to light the gloom below,
As Hope,—even when the darkness comes, and Joy
Hath fled,—to cheer the heart, still lingering, smiles:
And when it goes,—ah! no, it ne'er all goes:—
The sunbeam fades, a moment, and its light,
All shed, dies still-born, swiftly shone and o'er;
But Hope, blest Hope, ev'n when it seems away,
Is near, evermore near, it cannot live
Apart, 'tis wedded to the soul for aye,—
God joined them twain, and nought can sunder them,—
Near, ever near, and ever bringing peace,
Groping among the dark things of man's spirit,
And shedding o'er the troubled mind its light,
As a stray ray of sunshine wanders 'mong
The shattered arches of a fallen ruin.
Ere sunset leaves the world, and sinks behindThe illumined ocean, let me muse awhile.
Ere sunset leaves the world, and sinks behind
The illumined ocean, let me muse awhile.
'Twas in a garden that that hideous thing,Sin, first was born accurst, and now all throughThe wide wide universe it ranges fierce.Where man has placed his foot its trace is seen.The serpent's slimy trail is everywhere,Disfiguring, polluting, and destroying,Death following in its track inseparably.
'Twas in a garden that that hideous thing,
Sin, first was born accurst, and now all through
The wide wide universe it ranges fierce.
Where man has placed his foot its trace is seen.
The serpent's slimy trail is everywhere,
Disfiguring, polluting, and destroying,
Death following in its track inseparably.
But oh! my soul be humbled, yet rejoice;—It was, too, in a garden that the great,The only all-sufficient, all-atoningPropitiatory sacrifice for sinCommenced its consummation, when the ManChrist Jesus swat for thee great drops of blood,(Even he, the Second Person of the Godhead,)And prayed in agony that the cup might pass,If so his Father willed; but none on earthOr yet in Heaven could drink it, none save Him;And when the sacrifice was all completeOn Calvary, and satisfied was Justice,Mercy and Hope held out their hands to man,And, in Christ's name, showed him redemption's way.The shame and misery that Adam feltIn Eden's garden, when the first great sinWas challenged, was as nothing to compareWith the deep agony which on that night,—That dreadful night in which he was betrayed,—Our Surety felt, when in GethsemaneHe took upon himself to pay the fullRansom and penalty of that first sinWhich Adam sinned, and all his race in him.
But oh! my soul be humbled, yet rejoice;—
It was, too, in a garden that the great,
The only all-sufficient, all-atoning
Propitiatory sacrifice for sin
Commenced its consummation, when the Man
Christ Jesus swat for thee great drops of blood,
(Even he, the Second Person of the Godhead,)
And prayed in agony that the cup might pass,
If so his Father willed; but none on earth
Or yet in Heaven could drink it, none save Him;
And when the sacrifice was all complete
On Calvary, and satisfied was Justice,
Mercy and Hope held out their hands to man,
And, in Christ's name, showed him redemption's way.
The shame and misery that Adam felt
In Eden's garden, when the first great sin
Was challenged, was as nothing to compare
With the deep agony which on that night,—
That dreadful night in which he was betrayed,—
Our Surety felt, when in Gethsemane
He took upon himself to pay the full
Ransom and penalty of that first sin
Which Adam sinned, and all his race in him.
Of that first sin did Adam put the blameOn Eve, "the woman whom thou gavest me."Eve on the serpent shifted it, and proudWas he that he had circumvented both,Doomed on his womb to crawl in dust, and bruisedHis head by woman's seed, short-lived his pride.—Christ took upon Himself the sin and allIts anguish, nor like Adam vainly stroveTo shift it to another, knowing wellNo other could redeem it but Himself.Sinless, a sacrifice for sin, that sinMight from the souls of men be washed away.'Twas for that sin, and its infeftments wideThat Jesus died, that its entail cut offMight be from Adam and his lineage, farAs generations yet to come extend,And man restored to his lost paradise.No flaming sword waves at its portals now,Entrance to bar to the redeemed on earth;No angels guard the gates to keep them shut,But open ever are they to the elect,And there bright angels stand, with joyTo welcome all who come in Christ's name in.
Of that first sin did Adam put the blame
On Eve, "the woman whom thou gavest me."
Eve on the serpent shifted it, and proud
Was he that he had circumvented both,
Doomed on his womb to crawl in dust, and bruised
His head by woman's seed, short-lived his pride.—
Christ took upon Himself the sin and all
Its anguish, nor like Adam vainly strove
To shift it to another, knowing well
No other could redeem it but Himself.
Sinless, a sacrifice for sin, that sin
Might from the souls of men be washed away.
'Twas for that sin, and its infeftments wide
That Jesus died, that its entail cut off
Might be from Adam and his lineage, far
As generations yet to come extend,
And man restored to his lost paradise.
No flaming sword waves at its portals now,
Entrance to bar to the redeemed on earth;
No angels guard the gates to keep them shut,
But open ever are they to the elect,
And there bright angels stand, with joy
To welcome all who come in Christ's name in.
But now the sun hath bade the world good night,And gathering darkness warns me to my home.
But now the sun hath bade the world good night,
And gathering darkness warns me to my home.